Poetry
Danielle Mckinney, Mercy (detail), featured in AGNI 103
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Explaining the Joke
When I told the clown joke to Nelson, he said,
“The scary part is, how do they know he’s a clown,
not just some guy dressed up in a clown suit?”
The Rapture is Happening Slowly, One at a Time, to Everyone
In an advertisement for a sex pill, the various couples enjoying pre-sex activities / (riding in a hot-air balloon, bowling, clinking their glasses of wine) may be—are they?—
Fuckery
A year or two ago
I drove my car
to one of the half-dozen
places I go and a spider
The Head of Goliath
And like Caravaggio, I am my own savior
rent by my own hand. Depicted:
A younger version of the painter heeds
“Poet-pig who knows me . . .”
Poet-pig who knows me, in the blindness, in the bog
Waiting for Your Hunger, allow me to ask you
Lord of pigs and men:
Did you hear it by chance, or were you aware
Annunciation, Part III
Saint Leonard of Noblac, d. 559,
With your codex skin
And shark-meat ass, you are here
Floating in the cold air like blood, you are
A Portfolio of British and Irish Poems
A 2006 snapshot of new work “indicative of trends in Britain and Ireland: a lively breadth of language, and a seriousness that eschews pretension.” Alice Oswald, Simon Armitage, & other AGNI debuts.
From the Archive
Mumblety Peg
Perennial
Aunt Peter
This planet loves insistence: people forgive
For acts they can’t remember. There’s been
No true dominion. I try to lose details as quickly
As possible. Fingers of land crumple into seagrass. The sun
Burns in the water.